Yesterday we drank some mushroom tea and recorded some of the most profound music to have flowed and flowered out of us yet. VERY exciting. I'm working on a rough mix that I can send to you so you can hear what we have been up to out here. After the throb of anxiety began climbing up the back of our spines and we could no longer sit still to manipulate our instruments, we took off running for the top of the hill to catch a magnificent orange fire sphere dipping behind purple taffy moisture silos in the sky. I sat on a rock and thought about thinking while my eyes gently reclined over the gradations of color pouring over me from the ionosphere: yellow beams of light cut through by emerald shadows, looming purple cotton clouds fading to burnt orange and sienna as though a photograph degrading by time and light itself, the sharp line of the burning sky as it meets the chilled blue mountains, and then all the nuances of the gradient as those jagged oceanic swells of iron ore and rusted rock approach my own, melting from aquamarine to jade, ivory, and obsidian.

On the mountain I had many realizations. I normally don't like to discuss my drug-infused visions so nonchalantly as the default language of my tongue always fails to properly value the ephemeral, ineffable, incredible descriptions attempted by my eyes, pineal gland, and other loci of my frontal lobe, but I also feel an obligation to be as honest and open with you as I can so that even if it doesn't come off the way I intended, at least we are working towards an understanding and description of each other's interiors. Basically, all my ideas pertain to ART and art-making, specifically to the visual senses and how the modulation of some might elicit a response from others. I keep asking myself, how can I make a painting that devastates the eye, an image that is magnetized to vision, or else a picture that repulses the gaze to such a degree that it is never seen? Or perhaps a video of a landscape, of a sunset, perhaps of the very sunset I was observing, shot at extremely high definition, the highest possible quality of detail and color pixilation. I would take this video and compress it down, so instead of the INFINITE varietal shades of our visible color spectrum, it would utilize maybe a million, or a hundred. Then I would try to touch every one of these colors and replace them with textures, patterns, or perhaps even other images! When one gazes upon this video -- of a mountain and a sky and a sun -- they would see through the screen to all the multifarious layers of experience that I have embedded, yet seem naturally integrated, or perhaps it is those images that would be seen first and the mountain would be that which would require great exertion of will to see.

I am so excited to be going to a place where no one has formed an opinion of me yet. There is great freedom in that. During various psychedelic interludes throughout this month I have found myself slowly closing my eyes to lose myself in a brief reverie, of you and me and our feet moving as we glide around the earth seeking out strange plants, colorful animals, ancient stones resonating cosmic tones, exotic spices and foods, and together sharing in the wealth of what this world has to offer. I want to quit smoking, stop all self-destructive behavior. I want to live longer, live better, be stronger. I am concentrating and compacting my volition, so that when I arrive in Stockholm I will be filled with a great determinism to push out into the unknown and sculpt my future tense into what I always knew it should always be.